Taking the Plunge

Taking the Plunge

So, my bathroom sink has backed up again. Better than the shitter I suppose. Last time I pulled it apart I discovered that it had some weird second grill, just over the join above the s-bend. At least I thought it was weird, maybe it’s standard sink configuration. I’m not a plumber, I just wear my trousers that way to impress the ladies. And a good belt is expensive y’all.

So rather than going through the whole mess of pulling the s-bend out again, I thought I might try a plunger on it, if such a thing is even possible. Except, I don’t own a plunger, and I it occurs to me that don’t even know where you buy one (okay so a quick Google search will tell me, but then what am I going to write about in the meandering mess of blog post?).

It feels like the sort of necessity that should be included with a property. Like how mobile phones these days come with a camera, calculator, etc. (but not snake anymore, what happened to that?). You know, you sign the paperwork and that, “Very good sir,” the estate agent says. “Here’s your copies, a list of useful contacts, all your keys, oh and uh, don’t forget, here’s your plunger.”

I guess what I’m trying get at here is, does anyone want to come around and unblock my sink? Will pay nothing ONO. It always seems to happen after I trim my beard for some reason, if that helps you to debug my drain…

…BYO plunger.